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Time seems to pass by like a fleeting moment, and it disappears in a flash.

The world that Gojo Wujo and Xia Youjie face after waking up is an uncontrollable chaos.

It's like waking up and turning upside down.

Xia Youjie's side was better, but Wujo Wu's side was completely different.

"Hey, hey! You didn't lie to me, Mr. Moth, what do you mean the only conjurers who can be contacted now are those in the academy."

"Literally, Wu, during the period of your disappearance, the Conjuration Association has existed in name only, and the ugly things of the high-level people in the past have been fully exposed, and the few remaining people also died in the riots. When I got down, I stuffed myself in the hole and didn't dare to show my head."

Noctua Zhengdao sighed and continued: "Not long before you came, a specialized agency of the government came to your door."

"What are they here for?" Wujo Wu was puzzled. The magic world and the government had never had any close contact. At most, they were helping to clean up the end when they were exorcising the curse spirit, or providing some assistance.

Wujo Satoru has no such thing as political literacy, but he is indeed a smart person.

Instantly understood the joint, "The magic world they want to control."

Night Moth nodded rightly.

"In the past, although there were many problems in the magic world, it was a world of its own, but now it is difficult to protect itself."

The serious-faced man looked miserable.

Even a large number of students from colleges have chosen to leave the magic world, right?

Night Moth Zhengdao sighed as he recalled the numerous crimes of the high-level officials that had been announced before.

Maybe for those kids, this is the best choice.

So it sucks, the world of conjuration.

The thick dark circles under the sunglasses almost extend to the edge of the frame.

He has not slept for many days, and every time he closes his eyes, faces soaked in blood will always appear in front of his eyes.

An extremely familiar face, an extremely miserable death image.

They are all telling the crimes of high-level officials.

They all said that he personally sent them to a dead end.

Even if he is as strong as a night moth, he can't stand firm in the face of blood, his heart has been shaken.

"Wu." Ye Mozheng looked at Wujo Wu, "Do you still remember what happened to Huiyuan?"

Gojo Satoru, with a handsome face, is particularly cold and solemn, how could he forget, Huihara's descendant, the descendant who died without a whole body because of the error in the window's news.

He admires Jie the most, Jie's favorite junior, because of the window's mistake, he will always stay in the best age.

So is this the truth of all this?

Gojo Satoru's rationality was almost wiped out under the impact of anger.

The young man suddenly felt that he was a joke.

He knew the darkness contained in this quagmire. He was born in a family and was raised as a god before he came to the college. He was enshrined in a shrine. In fact, he has no common sense and cannot understand the ethics of ordinary society.

So he didn't understand Jay's grief struggle, so he became alone.

In order to change all this, in order not to appear the next Jay, he decided to change this dark dump.

But he himself is not good at scheming, so he decided to become a teacher to teach the next generation, trying to replace the serious illness with fresh blood.

It's a pity that the progress is very slow, and most of the students died on the way to the task.

Conjurers themselves have a high mortality rate, so he has never suspected that there is any clue, but this pile of blood tells his stupidity.

For a while, Wujo Wu's spell power fluctuations spread all over Gaozhuan.

The first graders on the training ground were trembling all over.

"What is this guy doing?" Chanyuan Maki put down the cloud in his hand and stroked the goose bumps on his arms due to the body's instinctive fear.

"I feel that Wu is very angry now."

"Salmon!"

"Is it related to that incident?" The panda's fur had become soft again.

Although that guy Wu is capricious and unreliable, this is the first time he has seen him so angry.

Thinking about what happened recently, only high-level crimes revealed and government agencies poaching people can make Wu feel touched.

"Probably." Chanyuan Maki picked her ears and did not answer, but turned to another topic, "Is it my illusion? Although the magic world has been very chaotic recently, the problem of spiritual disasters seems to have weakened."

"Kelp! Kelp!"

As the only second-level conjurer among the three, he is the only conjurer who can perform tasks independently.

When the Conjuration Association was barely able to operate before, he was once appointed to perform tasks.

The experience of going out, no matter where it came from, it felt wrong.

The first thing to bear the brunt is that the low-level spell spirits have been greatly reduced, and this change is very obvious.

"So there must be something going on."

"Well."

“Tuna mayonnaise!”

What is that undetectable anomaly?

Yokohama, [Chuya Nakahara] trying to stop his very wayward jerk boss.

【Osamu Dazai】There are countless people who want to kill him. At least in Yokohama, no one without eyes will come here to assassinate him.

But that place in Tokyo is different. Now it can be said that it is extremely chaotic.

At this time, he would never allow the youth to leave Yokohama.

"Well, don't be so nervous, there will be no danger." [Osamu Dazai] smiled very flatly, "Only I will never have any problems."

After all, he is a wedge.

"Anyway, let's go, Chuya, there will only be some crooked melons and dates waiting for us later."

"What are you doing? Do you want those conjurers?" [Nakahara Chuya] looked at the young man.

"Well, after all, with the existence of that thing, low-level spell spirits are no longer a problem, and only a few high-level spell spirits can pose a threat. Why give up this good time? Chuya."

【Chuya Nakahara】Looking at the young man who smiled very gently, it turns out that guy has been in high spirits since the last dinner.

It vaguely made him feel that the bastard Dazai he used to be was back.

But it doesn't matter if you come back or not.

[Chuya Zhongyuan] lowered his head obediently, "Obey, Boss."

Everything has changed a long time ago, for example, at the age of 16, he would not obey the orders of [Dazai Osamu] so obediently.

In this way, they set off for Tokyo.

Successfully stirred up the muddy water even more.

【Osamu Dazai】He, as long as he wants, no one will not like him, as long as he is willing, everyone will sink into his honey trap.

[Nakahara Chuya] knew these things from a long time ago.

But seeing him proficiently abduct the errant boy, [Nakahara Chuya]'s conscience still aches.

The young man raised his hands cautiously, and looked carefully at his handsome face, but the heavy dark circles under his eyes and the lingering gloomy temperament made him not very pleasing to look at.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not attract [Dazai Osamu]'s attention.

The reason why teenagers are targeted by teenagers is actually very simple.

Teenagers are strong.

[Nakahara Chuya] looked at the curse spirit who had surrounded the boy with a protective attitude from the very beginning.

According to the classification criteria of the group of conjurers, she has at least a special level.

So, where did this guy get the information that even the conjurer didn't find out?

【Osamu Dazai】didn't help 【Nakahara Chuya】, after all, at the moment he was using an extremely gentle smile to lure the ignorant little lamb into his trap.

【Osamu Dazai】A pair of kite-colored eyes opened slightly, and the bewildered face of a young man was reflected in the glass-like pupils.

"Yi Gu You Tai, is the genius conjurer comparable to Gojo Wu?It was really a worthwhile trip. '

The young man glanced vaguely at the curse spirit behind the young man. He had already begun to investigate the identity of the curse spirit as soon as Fujimaruhara mentioned it, but he was still a little surprised when he actually saw it.

After all, the petite and beautiful girl has become so huge and distorted nowadays.

Such a contrast is surprising to anyone.

Even [Central Plains Zhongye] is no exception, but he is shocked and also has a trace of regret.

After all, the girl was too young when she passed away, and it was too——

At this moment, the eyes of the two were focused on the young man.

The ignorant young man looked so cowardly and fragile.

But beneath that weak skin lies a powerful power that lurks deep.

The ability to force the dead to stay in the world only by obsession, such power can already be said to be too miraculous.

'Love, is such a beautiful and terrible thing. '

The beauty is that he can turn monsters into people.

The scary thing is that he can turn people into monsters.

Verlaine and Lantang, or Qiben Lixiang and Yigu Yuta.

They are all deeply struggling in this vortex called love.

[Chuya Zhongyuan] pressed the hat on his head.

The relics of the deceased made him feel very confused at this moment.

The world is changing so fast.

Still, it's not bad.